Billionaire's Bet (BBW Waitress, Billionaire Seduction) (2 page)

“
There’s a code”, she said. “It’s part of the game. They aren’t allowed to just come up and ask you, they have to let you know via the code. That way if they’re overheard by someone not playing they won’t lose face, and if they’re asking a waitress who’s new they won’t be slapped in public for offending her. Listen...” she said, pulling me closer to her. “If one of these guys asks for a scotch on the rocks, and tells you to choose the bottle, then you’ll know. Tell him you’re going upstairs to find a bottle because there’s none in the kitchen. He’ll follow you, you’ll take it from there”.

I scanned the room, looking for the man whose drink I was supposed to be fixing. Standing, with both hands in his pocket, he looked directly at me with a sheepish grin on his face.

“
But I only have one pair”, I said to Megan. Remembering the girl that had asked to borrow panties this morning, I suddenly realized why one might bring more than she was wearing to work. I was still a little disturbed by this whole thing, but couldn’t stop thinking about the money.
$1000 for each pair!
I said to myself.
That’s a lot of cat food!
.

“
I have more”, Megan said grinning at me. “I’ll go get some. I’ll meet you back here in an hour”.

Feeling so nervous that my stomach started to growl, I walked out into the hall to approach the man who was waiting for his drink. He smiled as I approached, and rocked on his heels in what seemed like boyish excitement.

“
I’m... I’m sorry”, I said to him. “We’re all out of scotch downstairs. I’ll have to go upstairs to get some more”.

“
Oh no!”, he said in mock anguish. “Shall I come with you to look?”

“
Sure”, I said. Turning to walk up the stairs I felt him behind me. As I walked up the stairs I noticed that he walked 4 steps behind, his face at my ass level, clearly inspecting the goods. I felt
so
dirty. A little sick, a bit nervous, and quite turned on.

Watching the exchange between Megan and her ‘customer’ had excited me. Always a bit of a voyeur, I’d been witness to an exchange of the most personal nature and had felt my pussy tingle as I’d watched. Now it was my turn, and the knowledge that my panties were soon to be in the hands of this man turned me on, just a little. I was turned on for knowing that he was currently looking up my skirt, for knowing that he would soon be able to smell my scent, and for knowing that soon, and for the next hour at least, I would be walking around this fine building without panties.

At the top of the stairs I went into one of the bedrooms. The man followed, closing the door behind him. For a second I worried that this was all an elaborate hoax, a trick played by Megan - getting back at me for interrupting her earlier.
What if this guy just really wants scotch?

My concerns were allayed when he pulled out his wallet. He took out a small wad of cash, clearly already prepared with the right amount of money for these transactions.

“
How long have you been wearing them?”, he asked matter of factly. He’d clearly done this before, his manner more business than pleasure.

“
Since this morning”, I told him. “You’re my first”.

A generous smile broke out over his face. Still nervous, my breathing quickened as I pulled up my skirt over my ample thighs. Sliding down my pink panties I exposed my pussy, freshly shaven and glistening in the light of the room. I could feel his eyes on my flesh, my face slightly flushed I felt myself getting more aroused by the intimacy of the situation. I noticed a growing bulge in his pants, his excitement as clear to see as mine. Filled with confidence I lost my anxiety, deciding to put on a little show for my customer. Turning away from him I pushed my bare ass out towards him, bending to roll my panties down my calves. Hooking them over my heels, one by one, I stood and faced him. Walking towards him I held out my panties, as he flashed his cash in my direction.

“
Thank you”, he said. His voice shaking. Gulping, he turned to walk out of the room.

‘
A pleasure doing business with you’.

Going back downstairs I went through the kitchen and out of the back doors. Seeking clarity of mind that fresh air might bring I stood against the brick wall, wishing that I had my cigarettes with me. Hearing a man’s soft moans I looked to my right, to see Megan kneeling, her heeled shoes pointing behind her. Her head in the groin of a suited man, his cock in her mouth.

Hiding behind a pillar I watched intently as he sucked on him. His hands on the back of her head guided her, her hand on his thick shaft stroking him, guiding him into her mouth. His pants around his ankles he leaned over her back to rub her naked pussy with his finger. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he slid his meaty digits into her snatch, prodding her roughly as she sucked on him. I watched - my own pussy drenching - as she took him whole, deep throating his thick cock. Standing and bracing himself against the wall he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting her juice. Sending him over the edge he pulled her head into his crotch, shuddering as he sent her cum into her mouth.

Quickly rushing into the kitchen, eager to not be caught again, I stood in a corner and attempted to catch my thoughts. My head told me to calm down, to simply put my head down and get through the day, get paid, take my $1000 and go home. My heart told me to run, to escape this madhouse of depravity, of rich men taking advantage of young girls. My pussy told me to find a bedroom upstairs, to give it the attention that it sorely deserved.

Basically running I took off down the hallway, heading for the central staircase. Rapidly ascending I bounded up the stairs, my mind unable to get itself out of the gutter. My pussy yearning, almost audibly screaming for my fingers, sent a single rivulet of its potion down my leg.

Rapidly reaching a bedroom I checked to see that it was empty, and closed the door behind me. Lying back on the bed I attacked my pussy, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit. My spare hand unbuttoning my shirt I released my boobs, grabbing at the flesh and pinching my nipples. Almost to orgasm I pulled a pillow to my face to muffle my screams.

Suddenly I heard a terrifying noise. The doorknob turned, the door opened. Into the room stepped a very well dressed man with a pink tie. Alan Starkey walked in to see me with my hand on my pussy, my tits on display, and my legs spread wide.

“
I was hoping to catch you, Amber”, he said in a deep, husky voice.

Walking towards me he straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his short, black hair. As I struggled to cover myself he shook his hand, clearly displeased by that idea.

“
No, no”, he said. “Please, don’t”.

“
How do you know my name?”, I asked. “Do you remember who I am?”.

“
Of course”, he said - sitting next to me on the bed. “I always enjoyed visiting your branch; visiting you. I went last week, I was most upset to see that you’d left”.

“
I was let go”, I corrected him. Nodding sheepishly he took his eyes away from mine and allowed them to wander across my body.

“
I know”, he said quietly. “I am sorry. When I found out I figured that inviting you here was the least that I could do”.

“
You set this whole thing up?” I said, sitting up in the bed. Covering my chest with my arm I began to wonder where this was leading.

“
I’ve always wanted to... get to know you”, he said. “To see what you look like. To see how you smell”.

Blood raced to my face. Embarrassed, I was nonetheless impressed by his confidence.

“
I’m afraid I don’t have any panties left”, I said. “Already sold.

“
So I see”, he said smiling. He placed a hand on my thigh, sending a soft shiver up my leg. “Doesn’t mean that I can’t still smell you, does it?”.

Slowly sliding towards the foot of the bed, he lifted one of my legs over his head. With his arms reaching up my back he came face to face with my pussy. Gently kissing my inner thighs he teased me, sending a quiver of excitement through me. Deliberately he licked me, running his tongue along the outline of my labia. My pussy yearned for him, begged for him, pulsating for him.

“
Do you mind?”, he asked.

“
God no”, I responded. Bringing my knees up I gripped his head between my thighs and put my hands on the back of his head, pulling him close to me. Instantly his tongue found my clit, flicking and sucking upon it. Bringing up a finger he slid it into my pussy, sending pleasureful waves throughout my body.

“
Fuck me”, I begged him. “Please fuck me”.

Overcome with the intensity of the moment I yearned for his cock inside me. He reached to his pants and unzipped himself, pulling out his mighty dick. Sliding up my body, pausing to suck on my ever hardening nipples he reached my mouth, our tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace.

His fingers still exploring my soaking channel, he widened my folds to allow his cock to enter me. I gasped as he pushed, his thick veiny cock stretching my pussy to its limits. Already warmed by my own hand and his tongue I held onto him as he rode me, sending me over the threshold of a shuddering orgasm.

Rolling him over I sat on top of him, his cock still buried inside me. Lifting myself up I circled his head around the outside of his dick, teasing him, hoping that he’d beg to be let swallowed once more. With my hands on his chest I eventually lowered myself down, taking every inch inside of me. He groaned as I rode him, my ample ass slapping on his thighs as I rocked my hips, gyrating against his hard, throbbing specimen. Holding his hands above his head I buried his face into my tits, feeling his tongue licking me, his teeth biting me. Holding my nipple in his mouth I ground my clit into his pubic bone, sending me hurtling towards another orgasm.

Grabbing my waist he took the momentum, lifting me up slightly so that he could hammer his penis into me from below. His balls swinging upwards to slap against my ass he fucked me rapidly, his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy. His tempo took me to the finish line and beyond, grabbing hold of his shoulders I held him close to me as my orgasm overwhelmed me, my pussy wall contracting around his cock in defiant surrender.

Flipping me over he withdrew his cock and stood over me, stroking it over my breasts. Holding my tits together I gave him his target, allowing him to shoot his milky cum over my chest and neck. Rubbing it into my skin with my hands I took a sample in my mouth, rolling his cum around with my tongue before swallowing it greedily.

We both dressed quickly, aware that our presence would soon be missed downstairs. He had more people to impress, I had more drinks to serve.

“
I... um... should pay you”, he said, aware as I was how that sounded.

“
Maybe you should wait until tomorrow”, I said after a moments thought. “Tomorrow you’ll be able to take my scent with you”.

“
Good plan” he said, with a cheeky grin. “Tomorrow it is”.

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